Thunderheist and Burnt Chickens

Artist of the Moment: So I just found a band called Thunderheist from Montreal/Toronto. I heard of them before and people have briefly mentioned their awesomeness to me, but I’ve never had a chance to really take a listen to their work. I’m not sure if there really is any official releases from them yet. Like Crystal Castles, they appear to be relative newcomers. Their music is amazing though, I have to say, I didn’t know there was so much electro-punk/crunk talent in Canada. I believe Thunderheist is a dynamic duo; Isis, the Torontonian chick, does the vocals and rapping, and Grahm the Montreal dude does the beats. The two work great together, even though they work long distance from each other from what I understand.. Their track Suenos Dulces threw me cuz that sample is really overplayed, yet they made excellent use of it and managed to make it sound fresh and most excellent. I can’t wait to hear some sort of official album release.

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So my cooking scheme is going alright. I started cooking meat for the first time, second time (if you count a healthy rendition of sloppy Joes). For my first meat-meal I cooked a honey garlic chicken. I grated some ginger, mashed some garlic, added some honey and some soy sauce to the mix; everything was going well until I somehow missed the word “bake” in the recipe and proceeded to an oven setting, what some cookologists refer to as, “broil”. As a result my chicken didn’t look so tasty when it came out of the oven. Luckily I caught on to this problem early in the broiling process and was able to salvage my chicken. It had a sort of charred outter shell of burnt honey, yet the inside was miraculously still juicy and succulent. So I was able to still eat dinner that night which was, suffice it to say, pretty awesome.

Tonight I’ve decided to attempt another chicken dish. It’ll be a little more simple. Last night I cut up some boneless chicken breasts into strips and am currently marinating it in buttermilk. Tonight I’ll proceed to roll it in some bread crumbs and cook me up a fine batch of breaded chicken strips also known as chicken fingers. Well they’re not really fried so they’re technically not chicken fingers, also I don’t think chickens have fingers. The modern chicken’s anatomy, to my knowledge, consists soley of wings, nippleless breasts, drum sticks, and of course the chicken’s nuggets which I can only assume are hidden somewhere under it’s feathers. Anyways, I’ve gone onto some sort of freaky tangent now; what was I talking about? Oh yes, my cooking skills. Well that’s really all that’s new with me other then the fact that I can’t get my basement neighbors to stop smoking in my house. Every night the damn place reeks of smoke, makes me feel nauseous, and probably increases my risk of contracting some sort of cancer. At least their dog stopped yapping every fucking minute of the day. My house is old, so it’s walls are like paper, any kind of scent, smoke, or sound travels with ease. I’ve talked to them countless times and they always say they’ll stop. Our house is supposed to be a non smoking environment, but I guess I can’t force them to stop, so my only options are to wait until they grow tired of the basement and leave, get evicted (please please please), yell at them a bunch until they inevitably roll their eyes at me, or maybe get hit by lightening/buried in snow? Well, I guess I’ll have to wait and see…